Chapter two
Dr. Janet Frasier had arrived to consult on Jack's condition. It wasn't that the settlement on Egeria didn't have a fine medical staff. And thanks to the US Government, they even had most of the latest high tech medical equipment. But since Janet had some leave time coming to her, she had offered to go and check on Jack's condition first hand. General Hammond had been very willing for her to go, because he was very worried about Jack, and because he figured that right about now, Sam could really use her good friend there by her side.
Janet had been to the settlement on three other occasions; when Sam had first found out she was pregnant, when Martouf had been injured and died, and when Sam had given birth to Malinda. Janet, who was a real city gal at heart, thought the place was nice in a very quaint sort of way, but she certainly wouldn't want to live here!
"What do you think, Jan?" Sam asked as Janet finished her examination of the man lying in the hospital bed. His head was bandaged, but other than that he looked perfectly fine...if you didn't count the fact that he was out cold. Jack hadn't woken up since they'd found him late last night, wrapped around a tree and shoulder deep in mud.
"I think everything's being done for him that can be done. He'll probably wake up soon and start pestering Dr. Burroughs to let him out of here. Don't worry, Sam. I'm sure he'll be just fine! Jack is strong and stubborn. You're not going to lose him this easily," Janet assured her friend. She felt very optimistic about Jack's condition, and her smile showed it.
"I want to believe you, Janet. But..." Sam didn't know what else to say. She just felt so helpless and scared.
"The nursing staff will call us when he wakes up, so why don't we go and have some breakfast with Mellie? I can't wait to see her, Sam!" Janet had delivered her God daughter, who she certainly didn't get to see as often as she would have liked.
"Okay, we'll go eat something. But I'm not staying away long," Sam warned her.
"Alright, Sam. Just for a little while! But you really should try and get some rest, you know. That child you're carrying needs for you to stay healthy," she said quietly. Janet had been totally blown away when Sam had contacted the SGC to tell her friends that she was expecting again. That this child was Jack's made it especially good news.
"I know, Janet. I'll stretch out here on the empty bed when I get back. Now let's go see Mellie. She should be up and terrorizing Sgt. Jameson's toddler by now," Sam said with a laugh. The two women left the ward, pulling on their coats as they stepped outside into the brisk spring air.
Deep in the recesses of Jack's mind he was reliving the recent past...going over it in minute detail like a gold miner sifting through the silt for any signs of precious metal. What he found there was not all that precious. In fact some of the memories were downright painful, while others were very nice.
He and Sam sat on a hilltop in a little glen that he had found when they'd first arrived on the planet. Relaxing on a blanket they surveyed the entire valley, including the gathering of green canvas tents that they had called home for only two weeks. They still hadn't made love since their angry tryst while on a mission some weeks earlier, mainly because they'd both been so busy...but also because they both wanted their first time on Egeria to be special. This was like starting from scratch. This was their new home, and they were permitted to be together now. There were no regulations keeping them apart, and Jack felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders and his heart. Now Jack was hoping the time was perfect for him to show Sam exactly how much he loved her.
"Sam, I know we've talked about being together, but I would like to do more than just talk about it. I'd like to make it official." He got up suddenly and pulled her up onto her feet. Then he guided her backward to a boulder and asked her to sit down. Reaching into the pocket of his green bdu's, he pulled out a small box. She watched as he got down onto one knee, opened the blue velvet box and took out a ring. Sam held out her left hand and Jack slipped the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit, and it was the most beautiful sapphire and diamond ring she'd ever seen!
"Samantha Carter, will you marry me?" he asked, as he stared at her, tears shining in his dark eyes.
"Yes, Jack O'Neill, I will!" she replied readily.
They stumbled back to the blanket clinging to one another, lips pressed together, tongues seeking entry as they dropped to their knees. Soon their clothing was discarded, and Jack lay between her legs, worshipping her sex with hot, wet kisses, while his hands reached up to caress her heaving breasts. He intended to keep the promise that he had made to her that day in the jungle. And by her reactions, he knew he was succeeding. Sam writhed under him, moaning and tossing her head back and forth, pleas for more rushing from between her lips as she clutched at his hair...weaving her fingers through the strands of silver.
"Jack suck me...suck my clit! That's it! Jaaack, Oh, God, Jack! Yes! Harder! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!"
Her satisfied cries as she came and her fingers tugging his hair urged him to move...to rise above her and take her while she was still in the throes of her orgasm. His loins were aching with need, and so he climbed up over her body and stared down at her with coal black eyes, like a panther considering its prey. Should he fuck her from the front or from behind, he wondered, both options being so very appealing to him. But suddenly he found himself falling and turning until he was on his back, with a laughing Samantha Carter sitting astride his thighs.
"Now who's in command, Sir?" she asked playfully, the dimples in her cheeks making an appearance. Jack loved her smile, especially when those dimples came out to play. He also loved a woman who was not afraid to take charge...in bed or on the battle field. And so he let her take command, enjoying the feel of Sam's small hand on his cock...her lips on his cock...her warm, wet tongue gliding up the length from scrotum to glans, before she took him into her mouth.
"God, woman, you're gonna kill me," he rasped as he craned his neck to watch her. Sam let him slip out of her mouth with a pop as she rose up to look at him, saliva and pre-come dribbling from one corner of her smiling lips.
"Never, Jack! I'm just gonna play with you a little, and then I'm gonna ride you hard. That's okay, isn't it?" she asked provocatively, as she dipped her head and slipped even more of his nine inch length into her mouth. Jack's head fell back to the ground with a thud.
Suddenly Jack's comatose mind took him to a time three weeks after the proposal. They were in the tent she was using as a temporary lab, and the Tok'ra Martouf had just left. As usual he had given Jack a condescending smile as he slipped past him and out the door.
"Sam, I wish you wouldn't spend quite so much time alone with that guy. You've always got your heads together whispering about something or other," Jack said, trying to slip his arms around her waist. She side-stepped away from him and turned to face him, her eyes blazing with anger.
"He's my boss, Jack! How am I supposed to do my job, if I can't be alone with him or talk to him! And we were not whispering!" Sam yelled. Then she turned her back to him and moved over to the work table, where she was working on the plans for a communications station.
"I didn't say you couldn't talk to him, Sam. I said... Fuck! Will you look at me when I'm talking to you! Why do you always have to turn away like that?" he asked, grabbing Sam by the elbow and pulling her around to face him. Her blue eyes were like blue steel as they stared back at him...cold and unyielding.
"Please don't shut me out, Sam," Jack said calmly, but he was feeling anything but calm just now. He had come into her lab and found her and Martouf with their heads together, and then the alien had actually put his arm over her shoulders and hugged her! Jack wondered what else would have happened, if he hadn't made his presence known when he did.
"I'm not shutting you out, Sir. I'd just like to be shown a little trust, that's all. I'm going to Tolana with my team, Jack. You really have no right to stop me," she added, daring him to tell her again that she couldn't go.
He hated to argue with her about anything, and so he ignored her last statement, bending down to kiss her on the lips...just a short kiss. After all, it wasn't like they would be alone for much longer; the Tok'ra scientist had just gone to check for messages from the other snake heads, and Jack figured he would be back here any second.
Jack needed to get to a meeting, but he had one more thing on the subject that he felt he had to say. "Sam, just be careful. I've seen how he looks at you. He's got more than just work on his mind, Major," Jack warned her, and then he left her standing there.
In Jack's mind the scene quickly changed to a time a few weeks later. They had been on Egeria for exactly two months, and he and Sam had planned to celebrate the completion of the perimeter fencing with a bottle of wine and dinner in his quarters, which at that time was an eight-by-twelve-foot tent with a plywood floor, and a small sort of screened in porch at one end that served as a mud room. Jack had everything ready...the steak dinner he had ordered from the SGC, the bottle of California red compliments of Daniel, and even an orchid corsage that Janet had helped him acquire. But Sam was already twenty minutes late, and so Jack went looking for her.
He wondered if she'd forgotten their vow to celebrate together. They hadn't talked about their plans that day or even that week. In fact Jack hadn't even seen her for a few days, as they had both been very busy. When he got to the group of new tents that now served as the research facility in the growing community, he found that everything was dark, including Sam's lab. Jack was about to turn and head for his tent...the one they shared most nights, when he heard a low voice, followed by what was obviously a feminine giggle.
Since the sun had already set, Jack had his flashlight with him. He also had his gun, just in case one of those hoodats was prowling around looking for a meal. No one had been killed since they'd arrived here, but Jack figured that it was only a matter of time before one of those things got brave enough to enter the large complex. But his mind wasn't on the flora or fauna of Egeria just now. It was on the sounds that he heard coming from inside Sam's lab. And since there was no way to open the door and step onto the wooden floor without making noise, Jack didn't even try to cover up the sounds he made as he quickly entered.
He had barely taken two steps into the large tent, when the light from his flashlight fell across the center of the floor, coming to rest on a shocking sight. Jack stopped in his tracks as he stared down at the scene on the floor. There on a sleeping back that had been unzipped and spread out were Sam Carter and the Tok'ra Martouf.
Jack froze in place and stared at Sam sitting astride the alien's hips, the little yellow rose on her ass mocking him. She turned her upper body and looked toward the door, while Martouf craned his neck to see. Aware that the beam of the flashlight was preventing both of them from recognizing him, Jack decided to announce himself. Later he would wonder what had stopped him from pulling his gun and shooting that pale, conniving, snake-head bastard.
"Sam, I see you're celebrating without me," Jack said quietly.
"Oh, my God!" Sam yelped as she dismounted and fell onto her back. The pasty-faced alien just laid there on his back, his little pecker red and shiny with her moisture. Sam pulled the edge of the sleeping bag over her and sat there shaking.
"You don't need to be so shy, Sam. Remember I've seen it all before...even that cute little rose on your ass. Marty, did you see that yellow rose tattoo on Sam's ass?" he asked conversationally. Martouf sat up and looked at Jack like he was speaking Klingon.
"Tell Marty what the yellow rose signifies, Sam." When Sam didn't respond, Jack yelled at her, his face red with anger. "Tell him!"
"It means..." By this time Sam was beginning to cry. "It... stands for...for freedom," she said in a broken voice.
"Yes, freedom. She got it when she graduated from the academy, Marty. Did you know that? Probably not," Jack said, answering his own question. "Well, guess what, baby...now it can stand for your freedom from old Jack!"
"Jack, it's not what you think!" she cried. "Give me a chance to explain!" she sobbed, the tears flowing freely down her face. Meanwhile Martouf was scrambling to locate his clothes which were strewn on the floor next to him. Jack gave Sam a disgusted look, and then turned his attention to the Tok'ra.
"Shut the fuck up, Sam. What's the matter, Marty? Ass gettin cold down there?" Jack asked as he watched Martouf wriggle into his underwear.
"Sam, you know I always had you figured as the kind of woman that had more class than this. Well, I guess I was wrong. Oh, well... I think I'll see if Nurse Johnson wants to eat the steak I got for you. There's a nice California Merlot too. And I bet she'll love the corsage I got you. Ta, ta, you two!" Jack said with a wave of his hand. And then he backed out of the tent and shut the door, leaving the two in the dark.
He hadn't gone to see Nurse Johnson, but he had eaten his steak...and most of Sam's too. And he had most definitely drank the wine...and a bottle of scotch as well. Yep, that was a very memorable night!
TBC